Page 56 of Lucifer's Hounds

“Just looking at how beautiful you are,” he says, turning his eyes back to the highway in front of us.

“How long is it to the hotel?” I ask. Not that it matters. I don’t care if we ever leave this truck.

“It’s about twenty minutes away. Why? You wanting to get away from me already?”

I laugh at his remark. “Not in the least. But sleep does sound pretty good right about now.” I suppress a yawn.

“Oh yeah. You’re going to be down for the count as soon as your head hits the pillow.”

My phone chimes in the cupholder next to me. I don’t remember putting it there, so Cass must have done it before… I shiver at the thought of what happened outside the airport.

“Are you cold?” Cass asks, reaching to turn the heater on.

“No. No, that wasn’t a shiver from being cold,” I say, my voice barely above a whisper. His eyes darken and a playful smile crosses his face.

“Oh. Well. Ahh,” he hums, licking one finger and marking an invisible tally mark into the air. “I’ll take it.”

My cheeks are starting to ache from the constant smile on my face. I stare down at my phone and open the two unread texts waiting for me.

Mindy: Let me know when you land. And HAVE FUN!

Unknown: It’s Scott. Tell Cass to call me when he can, no rush. Didn’t want to interrupt him while he waited. I figure he was asleep. He needs that.

I respond to both of them Mindy first.

Lilly: Landed. And the fun has already begun.

Lilly: Will do.

“Scott said to call him when you get a minute.”

Cass’s abrupt laughter echoing through the truck startles me.

“Why didn’t he just text me?”

“He said he didn’t want to interrupt you while you slept, basically.”

Cass shakes his head. “Now I’m starting to wonder who is babysitting who.”

“I’m definitely babysitting you. Someone has to fend off all of these women throwing themselves at you.” I grin and shoot him a wink.

“Please. Women do not throw themselves at me. I’m just a man.”

Yeah, a man who has no idea how fucking sexy he is. He could have nearly any woman he wanted. Any single one of them.

“I’m glad you think that. Even if your thoughts are the furthest thing from the truth.”

Cass looks at me out of the corner of his eyes, the curve of his lips twitching, holding back a smile. Hardcore biker has a soft side and it’s fucking adorable.

I sit quietly as I take in the sight of Cass, driving and enjoying the music playing. The sun dances on his face perfectly. Beautiful rays shine on his eyes, making them glisten with the shades of dark blue and green hues. One arm rests on the steering wheel while the other is propped on the center console holding my hand. I take this moment to scan every inch of him.

His goatee is black with just enough strands of gray in it to make me have to rub my thighs together. The wetness of my pussy makes my leg twitch, a combination of arousal and Cass’s orgasm inside me moments ago. His right arm has a tattoo of a gargoyle-looking claw that wraps around his arm, making up one of his half-sleeves. His left arm has an actual gargoyle on it, wings spread, curving down his arm. The black shirt he wears fits just tight enough around him to outline every muscle from the top of his shoulders to his lower abdomen.

My hands trace over the bottom of his tattoo and before I know it, I’m running my hands over his shoulders and backdown his arms. Cass cuts his eyes at me, a playful smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.

“What? You just feel so fucking good.”

I continue to explore his upper body with my hands, undeterred by his side-eye.

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